The spirit
It guides me
Deeper
Echoes can’t find me
Nothing to be heard
Too dark to see
Only me heart
Beating slowly
I am calm
I am cold
God is here
I am told
Pain is pleasure
Pleasure is pain
Conscientious
I hope I never regain
Faith restored
On false hope
Another hit
Of pure dope
The warrior runs
Chasing the Dragon
Why?
It is his passion.